#sleep alone is so suguru coded

[gojoed]

probably the most stsg album I’ve ever loved

[saetoru]

✩ ‧₊˚ ✩ BURNER ACCOUNTS — GOJO SATORU.

contents. fem! reader, loser ex-boyfriend! satoru, exes to lovers, college! au, satoru making burners to watch your stories, miscommunications—satoru is not perfect but he’s trying okay?, gossip icons shoko & suguru <3, i had a silly idea and it turned into 2.6k words my bad

there’s a peculiar account watching your instagram stories—@user273582838, to be exact. you don’t think it’s a very well timed coincidence seeing as you and satoru have just broken up—so you decide to do some digging. 

which of course, means enlisting the help of shoko.

“i think satoru is stalking me,” you mumble, making her pause in the middle of sipping on her energy drink—for a med student, her habits don’t seem every healthy. this is her third one of the day.

“okay,” she nods, “i wouldn’t put it past him, but what makes you say that?”

“look,” you turn your phone to face her, the blank, anonymous instagram account right there on the list of users who have viewed your story. she crinkles her brows, blinking for a moment before humming.

“that definitely seems like something he’d do,” she nods—and then, “i have an idea.”

“okay,” you brighten, nodding enthusiastically, “what’s the plan?”

“try and log in with that user.”

“shoko,” you look at her like she’s grown two heads. maybe the lack of sleep is finally getting to her—no amount of energy drinks can save her at this point. “we don’t have the password—”

“—and that, dummy,” she rolls her eyes, making you scowl at the name, “is why we click forgot my password and see the last four digits of the phone number that registered the account. if it’s satoru���s number, we’ll know.”

okay—you take it back. shoko is a genius and a full-blown brilliant mastermind that you could never hope to come close to. you’re glad you chose her to help—you’re even more glad she agreed because you would not have thought of that. this is fantastic. a fool-proof plan. 

you grin wide, eyes lighting up as you gasp, “shoko! you’re so smart, that’s a great idea!”

“i know,” she grumbles, “took you long enough to notice.”

ignoring her, you quickly pull out your phone and try to log onto the account, typing user273582838 into the username box and clicking forgot my password. shoko is hovering over your shoulder, and your breath is held as you wait for the page to load and the number to pop up. within just a few seconds, the first few digits are censored with asterisks, but the last four show, and—

yeah. it’s satoru’s fucking number. just as you suspected—you and shoko scoff together at the same time, rolling your eyes. 

“well,” you look at her, lips pursed in irritation—of course, satoru refuses to give you space and leave you alone after your break up (which was his fault, might you add), “what now?”

“send the verification code to his number,” she presses, “it’ll definitely spook him when he sees.”

she’s so good at what she does, you think in awe, staring at her with heart-eyes. nodding quickly, you press send code. 

hopefully, that’ll give satoru the heart attack you want it to.

———

satoru stares at his screen in abject horror—who could be trying to log into his burner account? the only person who should possibly stumble across it is you, but surely you’re not closely inspecting your story viewers, are you? so then, who could be trying to log onto the instagram account of @user273582838?

“suguru,” he says in a trance, “are you trying to log onto the burner?”

“are you bringing that shit up again?” suguru grumbles, controller in hand as he pays attention to the screen, “i told you that was a stupid idea. a pathetic one too—”

“well, i didn’t want to keep waiting for you to send screenshots to see the stories—”

“you’re a fucking loser, do you know that? pathetic,” suguru reiterates. “move on.”

“no,” satoru hisses in disbelief, “why would i do that? now, was that you or not? you’re the only other person who knows the user.”

“as if i care to log onto your loser burner account,” suguru snorts, shaking his head in amusement. he beats satoru’s high score, turning to give him a sly grin as he adds, “i wasn’t removed, so i can view the stories all i want.”

“you’re a jerk, you know that?” satoru grunts, crossing his arms and pouting, “i’m having the worst heartbreak of my life, and you—”

“who’s fault is it that you’re dumped?”

satoru deflates. 

okay, so he supposedly hasn’t been the best boyfriend. it’s not that satoru isn’t helplessly committed to you—he’s so sickeningly obsessed with you, it’s actually a bit unhealthy. suguru says so, at least. but satoru is…well, satoru, and he doesn’t always seem to take things as seriously as most people would hope. 

evidently, that includes your relationship—though, he does insist on disagreeing on that. according to you, he doesn’t take you on dates often enough, and sometimes he flirts back with random strangers. that’s not true—he’s simply a bit of a tease and enjoys it when you’re jealous, but he doesn’t flirt back. that’s outrageous. you’ve even claimed he’s mean about it and makes a joke out of it all—satoru would never be mean on purpose; he only teases because the banter is always endearing. 

but, unfortunately, you don’t seem to see it the way he does, and now he’s woefully single and cold and alone in bed. no cuddles, no goodnight kisses, and no head scratches. 

life is so cruel sometimes. 

“suguru,” he says in distress, “i’m serious. someone’s trying to hack my burner—who could it be?”

“hmm, i don’t know…maybe the one and only person who would notice the account in the first place?”

“but why try and log in if the password is unknown?”

suguru looks at satoru like he’s stupid—apparently, he is because he’s not putting two and two together. 

“maybe because sending a verification code shows the last four digits of the registered phone number? you’ve probably been caught, you idiot.”

satoru pales at that—he didn’t think about that. it slipped his mind completely. fuck, he should’ve used a burner email instead. he stares down at his phone numbly—yeah, he thinks, he’s screwed. 

———

after two days of continuous log in attempts into satoru’s burner account—it’s only just to spook him extra—you finally decide to confront him. 

we need to talk. is all you send him. 

the three bubbles appear on his end multiple times before disappearing—you and shoko get a good cackle out of that and laugh at him for a bit before he finally answers. 

miss me already? knew it ;)

wow. what a dickhead. 

so, because you can be equally as much of a prick, you send him a screenshot of his phone number on the log in page followed by a message that says: no. it’s so you can explain this. 

the three dots show up again for a few minutes before he finally responds with: okay. you caught me. when do you wanna meet?

well, that was easy. satoru is the type to not go down without a fight no matter how cornered he is—he’s stubborn and annoying like that. you turn to shoko for help.

“meet him now,” shoko crosses her arms, “don’t give him time to come up with some ridiculous excuse.”

“what excuse could he possibly come up with?” you snort, “that he was possessed and the evil spirit in his mind made him stalk his ex like a loser?”

“true,” she concedes, taking a sip from her energy drink—seriously, how many of these does this girl drink in a day? “i just want to know what happens,” she shrugs, “so do it now.”

of course, as on brand as ever, shoko is merely in it for the drama. you roll your eyes before sighing and nodding. 

“okay,” you huff. 

meet me at my place. now.

on my way, he sends back almost instantly. 

“he’s probably just excited to see you,” shoko snorts, “like the loser he is.”

“you’re probably right,” you purse your lips in exasperation. in all your time knowing him, you’ve definitely realized that satoru is definitely…well, a case. 

———

“hey,” shoko whispers to suguru through the phone, walking out your door so you can prepare to confront satoru. “did you know satoru’s been stalking—”

“—on a burner account? yeah, i know.”

okay, she frowns to herself, that was no fun at all. suguru is already aware of the drama. but that’s no matter—surely, he can’t possibly already know that satoru has been invited over to be scolded. 

“yeah, well,” she says smugly, “did you know he’s actually on his way over to—”

“—get yelled at? yeah, i’m aware. he called me panicked. what a fucking loser.”

“okay, well since you’re up to speed,” shoko grumbles bitterly, rolling her eyes. she was supposed to be the knight in shining armor with the juicy updates—but evidently, satoru is pathetic enough to already cry to suguru about his dilemma. “wanna meet up and get sushi nearby? i bet they’ll get back together in twenty minutes.”

“i bet ten. loser pays for the food?”

“you’ve got yourself a deal.”

———

satoru sits on your couch in shame, bouncing his leg nervously as you sit on the opposite end with your arms crossed and brow raised. 

it’s quiet. he doesn’t have the guts to say anything, waiting for you to break the silence. maybe you’re not that mad.

“so,” you start, “it’s nice to finally meet you, user273582838.”

he rubs his neck awkwardly, chuckling through his nerves as he mumbles, “oh, hey there! it’s a small world, huh?”

“satoru.”

yeah, never mind. you seem pretty mad. 

“okay, look,” he begins, “you can’t blame me. you dumped me, your sweet, loving, and unsuspecting boyfriend out of nowhere! i was heartbroken and shattered—and then you didn’t even give me a chance to work it out! i was not in the right headspace to make wise decisions so…so this is basically not my fault.”

that doesn’t seem to help his case—in fact, it only makes it worse. 

“so it’s my fault?”

“wha—no!” he says quickly, “no, definitely not.”

you sigh, rubbing your forehead in defeat as you mumble, “satoru, we are broken up for a reason. you can’t overstep and—”

“it’s a pretty stupid reason,” he grumbles under his breath, crossing his arms and frowning. you glare at him from the side as you scoff in disbelief. 

“of course,” you chuckle dryly, “of course you would say that. nothing is ever serious enough to you—”

“it’s pretty fucking serious to me,” he spits, shooting you a look that tells you he’s just as shocked as you, “that’s obviously why i’m the one who’s still not moved on as easily as you. how seriously did you really take it?”

“that’s not fair,” you grit, “you made it abundantly clear you didn’t care enough, so why should i—”

“i fucking cared a shit ton,” he says incredulously, “that’s bullshit, and you know it—”

“don’t curse at me, satoru—”

“well, don’t accuse me of not caring when i clearly—”

“oh, yeah cause you cared so much when you were laughing with that waitress as she hit on you,” you seethe, throwing a pillow from your couch at him. he can catch it easily—you know this for sure, but he lets it hit him out of what you’re sure is at least a little consideration to your feelings. 

“i wasn’t laughing because i enjoyed it,” he crinkles his brows as if you’ve said the most ridiculous thing ever, “it was just funny because she was trying so hard. and you looked all cute when you got mad.”

“what kind of boyfriend enjoys watching his girlfriend get mad—”

“the kind of boyfriend who thinks his girlfriend is adorable when she’s mad—”

“yeah, well your idea of a date is going to the mall with shoko and suguru. what kind of date is that—”

“okay, i was a bit clueless sometimes, but you could’ve said something instead of just dumping me like i was some random guy in your dm’s—”

“you need to grow the fuck up, satoru—”

“now look at who's cursing!”

it’s silent—both you and him have your arms crossed and lips curled into scowls as you both glare at each other. you’re stubbornly convinced satoru doesn’t care as much as you do, and he’s firmly committed to the idea that you’re twisting him into some douche who doesn’t give two shits. 

it’s quiet like that for a bit before he deflates and slumps against the couch, rubbing his face as he groans. 

“look,” he starts, “i’m sorry. i never meant to make it seem like i enjoy attention from other girls, and i didn’t realize you wanted more dates. i’d have done things differently if you told me how you felt.”

he sounds sincere. and he’s looking at you with those eyes of his—god, those stupid little eyes that are so wide and blue and deep and full of love. even after that whole argument, satoru is clearly as painfully in love as ever. 

you sigh before playing with a loose thread on your sweatpants. 

“i…guess i could’ve talked it out first. i probably shouldn’t have skipped straight to breaking up,” you mutter, not meeting his eyes. 

satoru stares glumly at you from the corner of his eyes before he adds bitterly, “you don’t seem to miss me. not even a little.”

“toru,” you pinch your nose, “of course i miss you. i was not gonna be mopey on instagram, though—”

“doesn’t seem like it,” he huffs. he’s a bit hurt—you can tell because he’s not meeting your eyes, and he’s not got that playful little upward curl of his lips. 

you’re a bit weak, you realize—but you suppose you always have been for satoru, because you’re shuffling to his end of the couch and poking his cheek gently. 

“i miss you tons, y’know,” you murmur—you smile a little at his pout before adding, “i want more dates this time around. and stop letting girls get away with being shameless flirts.”

he finally meets your eyes—it’s like a child on christmas, the way his face lights up and his lips curl into an excited grin.

“you mean i get to be your boyfriend again?”

it’s cute—the way he asks to be your boyfriend and not if you’ll be his girlfriend. maybe you’ve been a bit unfair, maybe satoru has always cared deeply in his dumb little clueless way of his own. 

“fine,” you pretend to roll your eyes. he looks hopelessly excited as he wraps an arm around you and pulls you into his side, tucking you under his chin as he rests his cheek on your head. 

“you should really talk to me more,” he murmurs, “i’m…things fly over my head sometimes. i’m sorry.”

“i’m sorry too,” you admit, “i’ll talk to you—but you better listen to me if i do. don’t turn it into jokes.”

“i never turn things into jokes,” he grumbles petulantly, huffing to the side as you shoot him an unimpressed raise of your brow. “does this mean i can follow you again?”

“yes,” you snort.

“and you’ll follow back, right?”

“yes, satoru,” you sigh, shaking your head in amusement. he’s already back to being a handful—but you can admit you might have missed it just a bit. “but for the love of god, please delete that burner.”

“fine,” he pouts, tugging you closer. 

you giggle, he grins, and then you’re kissing—and everything feels as it should be. 

———

“they’re back together,” shoko says in disbelief, staring at your text. suguru groans, pausing mid bite as he rubs over his forehead in defeat. 

of course, you and satoru just have to make up in exactly fifteen minutes. not ten. not twenty. exactly fifteen. 

how considerate of you both. 

“are you kidding?” suguru grumbles, “so neither of us win.”

“guess not,” she says sourly, rolling her eyes. 

woefully, they both agree to split the check. 

suguru and shoko are so me and my friend every time our other friend argues with her boyfriend we deadass be making bets over when they make up and loser has to pay for boba LMAO

[ohimsummer]

🍬 and 🍾 !!!

🍬 if you were in canon, what would the fanbase for your ship be like?

sumoru - depressed (#1) our confessions happen at the end of an episode that is right before a hiatus for the show, just to leave everyone on their toes, and then after satoru dies 99% of the fandom is making sad edits and writing angst and drawing the saddest shit known to man

sugumer - also depressed (#2) only it's more bittersweet like after suguru dies there would be a fanart of us happy together with the caption 'in another life' or something like that. stsg coded except slightly less horrible i suppose

sumrei - the fanbase is half very chill and half very mean to + insulting towards us (/affectionate) and it's full of animations/animatics of us with audios from sitcoms

kirssum - hopeful for us for 90% of the show because in aot canon it's still love at first sight but us actually getting together is a slow burn that lasts until the end of the show vdmvkd and i almost die at some point (it's a fakeout so it seems like i actually did die and then i reappear episodes later) and then the fanbase is happy because me n jean kiss at the end of the show and have our happy ending the end <<333

saisum - thinks we are cute and fluffy and domestic, the gag is every character was trying to get us together before anyway so the fanbase also thinks we're stupid but when me n sai are finally official it is a giant relief VKFJVLD

sumhan - fanbase loves us so bad because we are mostly the comedic relief couple <<33 up to our silly shenanigans and being a breath of fresh air amongst all the death (except the occasions where we get serious and look super cool teehee)

susasu - depressed (#3) angst angst angst out the ASS. fanbase mad asf from getting punched in the gut all the time. also they have to watch me suffer exponentially from losing both suguru and satoru in less than two years and then live with those losses afterwards </3

🍾who confessed first, and how did it happen?

sumoru - satoru (technically because he kissed me first but that's in my first kiss post) but to sum it up we had our first smooch at a party and then the next day we talk about it and he confesses :3

sugumer - suguru...i was a little intimidated by his completely ethereal and godlike beauty and his playful/flirty personality </3 so i was second-guessing if he was serious or not and therefore nervous to confess, and he ends up teasing a confession out of me (something like this):

sug: what, do you like me or something ? haha (with his arm around my shoulders and leaning into me🫣) sum: no... sug: aw, really? because i really like you.

sumrei - me. tried throwing out hints because we were already fucking, got into an argument at his place once before we were supposed to sleep together, i called him an asshole and reigen asked "well why do you keep coming around me then?" and i went "because i like you. asshole."

kirssum - jean, i fear i am not good with confessions in most universes and he liked me for a long time (years) so at our at the end of hs, he confessed to me when we were alone and our dates had either ditched us or just weren't around

saisum - mee :33 it was short n sweet and totally spontaneous. okay imagine at the end of a manga chapter after whatever action/drama happened and we're just chilling on the floor reading manga or playing video games in sai's apartment and we start talking about how everyone (king, bang, genos, f*buki) keep trying to matchmake us. and then in the last panel it's just:

sum: wanna get together, then? sai: sure :D end

sumhan - hangeeee :333 we hang out a lot, often alone, and over time tension has built between us until one day after me n hange have been out all day, we're outside looking at the sunset and it's quiet and serene and they just drop the confession out of the blue. and i have the most "😀???" look on my face because it caught me totally off guard and hange starts panicking and then i start panicking and trying to tell them it's alright because i feel the same way and we start laughing (levi is staring at us from nearby but he can't hear the conversation, just thinks we're bein goofballs again)

susasu - me <3 because they display the worst homoerotic tendencies ever so i'm like "oh they're together" and our rs changes in a subtle but noticeable way which leads to a conversation (confrontation?) initiated by satoru which kind of forces the confession out and they confess right after

selfship ask game!

[twentyfivemiceinatrenchcoat]

Gulps…, hellohi.. confession I’ve been daydreaming about angst recently and that cult leader Geto drabble u wrote only made me think about it even more… <///333 ignore that I’m a little bit obsessed with the mentally ill/traumatised reader + stsg trope but… can u really blame me ☹️ they would be so good and I think they would be the best comfort u could possible have :((

Ok but. more specifically reader with a rough childhood (a lil like sugu.. he def has some sort of daddy/mommy issues i will die on that hill) or some sort of abandonment/trust issues that has a habit of self sabotaging or intentionally distancing themselves. More specifically maybe grown up stsg where they’re a little more mature and have more of a grasp on how to help you better.. maybe reader has a nightmare or something, goes out for a smoke on the balcony etc etc.. sugu meets them out there n. They just have a good old fashioned talk like :( just being honest and vulnerable because it’s late and u just need a hug most of all :(( def ends with him carrying reader back to bed n playing with ur hair until you fall back asleep GODDDD KILL ME NOW ☹️☹️ moments of tenderness/vulnerability are my absolutely favourite thing in writing/shows/etc ESPECIALLY when it’s from characters that usually don’t display those sort of feelings because you just know it means there’s such a strong bond between them…. Can u hear my heart breaking

^^ either this one or reader with trust issues that’s a little cat-like personality wise (which I think fits so beautifully because stsg are the most wolf coded boys ever) who’s fully convinced they’re better off on their own, they don’t need friends or people to rely on. Until they meet stsg!!!!! Because suddenly there are two irritatingly charming losers following you around and worming their way into your heart and you just. Physically cannot bring yourself to deny them, even if it’s a little scary allowing people in. And god i think it would make them feel SO special once you started warming up to them. Allowing satoru to greet you with hugs or pinch ur cheeks… letting sugu baby you a little…… (distant screaming)

THIS HAS BEEN ANOTHER YAP SESSION BY ME ^_^ it’s literally so late at night rn I don’t know why these ideas always come to me just as I’m about to sleep ffs ☹️ N E WAYYYSSSS im looking forward to that satoru fic/drabble thing u were talking about :3 a mix of scared and excited ngl I feel like I gotta prepare myself incase it’s angsty….. but WHAT HAVE U BEEN UP TO?? It’s literally just been grey n windy where I am so I hope ur getting better weather where u are 😞😞 I HOPE U HAVE BEEN HAVING FUN N TAKING CARE OF YOURSELF!!

(Also irrelevant but I was just about to add a silly image to finish and I stumbled across this image of satoru and I’m laughing my ass of why is he so lanky?????? I could NOT be his friend I would just make fun of him for being built like a fucking STICKBUG 😭😭😭 LOOK AT THE RESEMBLANCE)

(Yes I made the second image myself what do you think of my artistic talent ^_^ ignore the flag)

HELLO HI MY DEAREST OLLIE i am gulping right with you ……… this made me so insane 😔😔

i’ve said it before n i’ll say it again . ariollie STAYS synced up i’m convinced we share a brain……. your scenarios always make me feel so ill (affectionate) and this scenario just means sm to me :((( they really would be the best!!! a reader like that would be treated so tenderly and with sm understanding…. especially since suguru and satoru had rough upbringings too!! (not canon for sugu maybe but i agree w you 100% ollie i literally can’t see his childhood being anything but messed up…. he def has both mommy and daddy issues i know my own kind 🙏🙏)

aaaaa just!!! yeah. reader isolating themselves when they feel down and overwhelmed and being taken care of so effortlessly… stsg just wouldn’t let you face your struggles alone. you’re a team!!! and yeah grown up stsg would for sure be the best at this. i think that as teens they won’t know exactly how to help/might be a little overwhelming….. but as adults they’re more mature and grounded and have a better understanding of your struggles and their own!!! goshhhhh the balcony scene 😔😔😔 ollie do you want my heart to shatter (also what if i told you that exact scenario has popped up in my head multiple times we’re so linked) suguru would just be so vulnerable and patient and caring :(((( our papa bear…. carries you to bed and lulls you to sleep. for sure makes you a warm cup of tea too… sighhh i need him i fear 💔💔

AND AND ANDDDD a catlike reader 😵‍💫😵‍💫 one of my personal favs. independent and a little distant….. used to being on their own……. very picky with who they allow close. it’s just PERFECT for stsg (WOLFCODED BOYS SO TRUEEE)… ollie the way you describe it all makes me feel ILLLL they really would feel so honoured 😭😭😭 cue satoru melting into a puddle when you finally wrap your arms around him….. suguru literally grinning like an idiot (he’s trying DESPERATELY not to but it’s impossible) when you shyly ask him for affection. yeahhhh their hearts would explode i think

ANOTHER BANGER YAP SESSION FROM OLLIEEE i look forward to them sm yknow!!! i can always trust you to have the tastiest stsg scenarios ready to go 🙏🙏🙏 i’m a lil late to this BUT i hope you had a cozy sleep my friend <3 AND WAHH i’m so glad you’re excited for bfb!satoru!!!! i’m gonna try to get it out by next weekend…… i promise not to make it angsty hehe it’s just a lil bittersweet!!! a tiny bit!!!! (depends on how you feel abt the unrequited love trope though 😭😭) IT’S GRAY N WINDY HERE TOO i’m hoping for more sunlight soon………. and i’m doing well hehe i’ve been playing a bunch of pj sekai + watching my favorite streamer play zero escape >:33 WHAT ABT UUU OLLIE what have you been up to?? good things i hope!!! pls remember to rest up and take care of yourself as well <333 it’s what stsg would’ve wanted!!!

(also PHDKDVDJDJYFU NOT THE SATORU SLANDER?????? 😭😭😭 LEAVE MY STICKBUG ALONE???????? i snorted so loud thank you for the free art it’s beautiful <333 i’m gna print it and hang it on my wall.)

[saiakv]

❝ Tsh! Unbelievable. ❞ The glass door hisses shut behind him, leaving Satoru with the echo of his sardonic chuckle. Though, the moment he is out into stale city air, his rolling eyes still over a spot on the horizon — bottom lip wobbling with a barely held pout. When leaning over the railing, he is granted a beautiful vantage of the city that never sleeps. The match sparks and the smoke begins to puff around his face, seep into his hair.

He looks to the past over his shoulder, plucks a memento from the chest of his old self's bloated corpse as it floats. His cigarette trick. When he couldn't make up his mind, he'd use the damn thing to gather his thoughts in one place, let them burn and flood his lungs until there's naught but ashes on the filter. Fingers lift the kiseru up into the light.

The pipe holds about ten drags. By the time it is burnt out, Suguru will have made up his mind.

So he begins to unravel his thoughts, taking them one by one, examining them, placing them in order. There's something soothing in the ritualistic precision of it all; a process he has repeated countless times throughout his life, and he dare not count how many of these deep thinking sessions had been inspired by the same man that had withdrawn into the apartment; to tinker with himself as he once would after taking a blow in a mission. Figure out the error, rewrite the response, run it through testing; Suguru knew Satoru's algorithms by heart. He'd listened to him explain his processes for hours, he'd been the one pointing out the errors made in haste. Even with this distance placed between them, he was fairly confident that he could follow his thread of thinking up to a point.

For example, Satoru never remembered anyone's name. Most people thought it was because he was spoiled and arrogant, but he had rational explanations for it. Though it did sound rude when he'd admitted it out loud ( 'I don't want to clog my mind with useless information' ) it was the truth. In Suguru's observation, he behaved exactly like a machine in some things — and he was honest ( one of his favorite parts about him~ ) So, for the strongest sorcerer alive to be so adamant on mentioning the name of a monkey child was an exception to his code — which could only mean one thing.

Satoru had really come to care for those kids. But Satoru is also his friend -- lover; family. So a member of his family cares about a monkey.

His thumb rubs at his temple, skeptical eyes browsing the endless expanse of glass windows reflecting neon signs below. The pipe is halfway through. The aftertaste of tar brings clarity. How has he dealt with similar situations before? There was this one curse user that had joined his group at one point — she liked to breed with them. Suguru had brushed it off as personal preference at first, swallowing his disgust and the twitch of his lip, but when she complained to him about slaughtering one of her seasonal lovers, his eyes had assumed a cooler hue of violet. Later that same evening he had softly corrected Nanako as she had been combing through his hair.

'She is a traitor, Geto-sama!' — ' No, Nanako. She is a victim. A victim of the monkey's ploy. It is what they do, after all, posing as lovers and friends to elicit protection from The Strong. That's how they get you. We must be understanding with our fellow sorcerers. Her life is her own; but she will have to leave the group. '

... Satoru must have felt so isolated from the world that he had found solace in watering a flower pot and watching the blossom grow; though it never speaks back or responds to the one who waters it, at least it keeps moving. Suguru had left him alone to exist surrounded by the cadaver of their adolescence. In that way, he had pushed him deeper into the clutch of this monkey that he had now come to perceive as family. That was not something Suguru had tolerated for his monkey-loving comrade back then. How would he tolerate it for Satoru now? He blinks some lingering smoke away, sinks into his elbows against the cool railing. And he suddenly remembers the rest of that conversation with Nanako from back then. The way her voice had lowered bashfully, her fingers stilling through his hair.

" Geto-sama? What if I ever liked ... ? " Pause. Silence. Realization. A smile, a sarcastic chuckle aimed at himself. Oh, silly, silly Suguru. You do — you do make exceptions. "— then, I would want you to be happy."

He coughs a bit over that last inhalation. The air comes out in hot clouds and dissipates around him. A distant memory of Shoko explaining how the deep breaths associated with smoking are actually more addictive than the nicotine visits him while a passing plane roars in the skies overhead. He can't impose his will on others, there is no point to chasing down some monkey child individually just to get under his skin. When smoking, one goes through so many motions if only to inhale that short-lived fix — just to take the pipe apart for cleaning is a process all its own. Suguru has been blackening his lungs for years by this point and he has accepted the price to pay. His answer is delivered to him by this kiseru.

He will take this love in like the drags left in his pipe; and relish each meet-up, each deep inhale of black tar and poison. Until the pipe burns out inevitably — he wants Satoru to be happy, because they are family. He sits with that revelation, surrounded by the ambience of sirens and buzzing city lights, as he begins to take the pipe apart and clean it, so it would be ready for that inevitable next session.

[javiersprincess]

𝐈𝐍 𝐓𝐇𝚬 𝚩𝐋𝐔𝚬 𝐇𝚶𝐔𝐑...

...𝐖𝚬 𝐋𝚶𝐕𝚬𝐃 𝚬𝐀𝐂𝐇 𝚶𝐓𝐇𝚬𝐑

tags: angst, no happy ending, inspired by the fleabag - “i love you”/ “it will pass”, gen reader, 1.k words

synopsis: suguru’s heart, even when cracked and made up - still yearns for you.

The first time you tell Geto Suguru you love him is in your 3rd year at Jujustu Tech. You’ve loved him since you first met but you’ve never said it - nervous around the raven haired boy you’ve grown close to. You don’t do a good job hiding it, Shoko and Satoru tease you whenever they can, often teaming up on smaller scale missions to make you and Geto have “alone time”. Suguru himself would roll his eyes, muttering to his white haired friend to quit goofing off.

“You’re making them nervous, you idiot.” Suguru said, his hand coming up to playfully shove his taller friend away. Satoru rolled his eyes under his shades, looking at you over the rim and winking cheekily. You’re shorter than him so all you can do is glare from your shorter disposition and make a rather rude hand gesture over Suguru’s shoulder. All that results is Satoru laughing as he and Shoko walk away, leaving you with Suguru in the end.

You would watch him smile brightly and easily in return to Satoru’s back, face warm and eyes shining - you would do anything to make Suguru smile like that.

So you hold tight onto your endearment to Geto Suguru for 3 long years, each day making the feelings in your heart grow and bloom - full of vitality and validity. He is everything you could want in another. A special place in your heart is dedicated solely to him and even though it embarrasses you to admit it - you fall asleep thinking about him.

‘How soft is his hair? What would it be like to hold hands? Does he return my feelings?’

These thoughts would spin through your mind until you rested, sleep overtaking you and you wake up having to act as if you don’t dream of the tall ravenette that always returns your shy greeting with a kind smile and a lazy wave of his hand.

But it seems even you didn’t see the cracks in his own heart. 

When the dam to his truer self is broken and Suguru covered in blood, in tow with two little girls he claimed as his - he thoughts run back to you. Dark eyes look up at the sky, his thoughts think of you. You saw him off before this mission, you’re the only one who does. Satoru and Shoko are going down their own paths leaving you two to stick together just like you would in training and missions in the earlier years. A stray piece of hair loses from his bun and he wishes you were here to push it back for him like you always did. 

A stinging grows in his eyes when realizes that going down this path means he’ll never see you as his friend. His love turns to a dagger, digging and twisting into the chambers of his heart and he shudders, chest heaving with a sadness he doesn’t think he can handle. 

Suguru looks down at the blood on his hands, eyes dimming as he realizes - “He isn’t a man worthy of you anymore. He doesn’t deserve for you to long for him, to want to be at his side.”

He drops his pin to the ground, mind made and takes the two girls away. The path is formed, stone made from the blood of the town and the tears he’d shed. He just needs to bury the heart of the boy and continue as a man.

It’s still dark when he gets to the school, it’ll be dawn soon. He walks over to where he knows your dorm room is, and leans against the window. Suguru has done this a few times, sneaking into your dorm room through the window, locking the door - a habit from your childhood. He leans to the part of the wall that lines the window and brings  a knuckle to the glass knocking in the code only you and him know. He can hear the faint rustle of your bed sheets and the clicking of the window clasp opening. You call out his name and he chokes up at how sweet it sounds coming from your still sleepy voice.

“Suguru?” You sigh, rubbing your eye with the back of your hand. He swallows, clearly his throat and responding just as gently.

“I’m here.” Is all he says. You hum and he hears   you yawn, he almost wants to smile thinking about how you must be stretching like a cat on your bed that he swears is much more comfortable than his even though everyone had the same damn bed here.

“Did you finish your mission?”

“Yes.”

“How did it go?”

“Well enough,” he speaks casually despite how he feels his heart sinking into the acid of his stomach. He already decided to lie to you on the way here, wanting to give you the sweeter taste of his absence rather than the bitterness of betrayal. Even if lying to you is only going to make the bitterness taste harsher, Suguru is done being selfless now.

“I got sent a new one. It’s out of the country and a long term one. I”ll be gone for a while.” The lie slips off his tongue easily enough and he can see the downcast look on your face and he fights the urge to look back at you. You’re more awake now, toying with the frayed ends of the childhood blanket you still sleep with, wetting your lips as he words sink into you. You think about how you’ll wake up tomorrow and he won’t be there - he won’t even be in the country anymore.

“Have you told Shoko and Satoru?” you ask, he responds with a quick no.

“You’re the only one I want to say goodbye to.” He confesses the first truth of the night. You shudder, tucking a piece of your hair behind your ear as something blooms in your chest.

“Really?” you ask, tentatively and you cringe at how eager you sound, he chuckles. Suguru can easily picture the bright grin on your lips that would grow on your pretty face when he told you that.

“Yeah. I really like you, I wanted my last memory of this place to be of you.” You blame it on the abrupt break in your sleep, the comfort of knowing who is talking to you  and your own feelings blinding you from the double meaning of his words.  The silence wraps you two in the comfort of dawn’s first day break, the stars fade to the west as the sun begins to rise in the east and Suguru knows his time will soon be up. He says your name, the syllables sweet on his tongue and you hum in return.

“Lean into the open window and close your eyes for me,don’t open them until I’m gone,” he says, mind made up on what it is he will give you. A last present from him to you before the sun rises and this moment between you two becomes a bittersweet memory.

“That’s a weird request.” you mutter but you do it, always bending to his will. In another world, in another time he would tease you rotten for your willingness but for now he will simply lock it away as something to look back on in fondness. He leans into the small space and sighs wistfully at how pretty you are. Draped in the first beams of sunlight and in your pajamas - an old shirt of his and fuzzy christmas pajama bottoms because you always get so cold so easily. His heart breaks at how there won’t be anymore impromptu to sleepovers in his room to keep you warm.

He wants to reach out, to cradle your sweet face in his hands and kiss you properly - romantically like in the cheesy films you made him watch. But, there’s blood on his hands - he has soiled himself, he can’t stain your precious skin. He settles for leaning in, he smells the christmas candle he bought in the air of your warm room and he smiles into the gentle kiss he presses onto your lips. You gasp and reach to grasp his shoulders and he lets you, you want more - he can tell by how you let your mouth drop for him to deepen the kiss but he pulls away before he loses his composure. 

His gift to you before the tide of fate pulls him away from you, his first kiss.

“I love you.” You say, eyes scrunched shut and Suguru smiles at how your lips wobble. 

In the not so distant future, Geto Suguru will look back upon this moment and think - he would rewind the clock to just stay within this moment a little bit longer with you. He’ll think of the life you could have lived together; how he’d take you to the udon shop you like and give you his pieces of tofu because he knows how much you like it. He’d buy you soy milk and red bean jellies even if they aren’t on the grocery list. As Suguru pulls away, committing the feeling of your lips to memory he even thinks about you two together in old age, how he’d still love you even if he forgot about you.

A gentle beat of silence. The sun rises.

“It will pass.” Is all he says and your consciousness goes black.

When you arise later that morning, the truth of what Suguru had done is bitter, like a rag used to wipe away bile.

[bakhiu]

After Hours - Chapter 4

Velveteen - Chapter 4 - Also Available on AO3

Your and Suguru's reunion is interrupted by a party that Satoru is throwing. Relationship status bracelets, moody and grungy vibes, or as Satoru likes to put it "vampire slutty realness" oh and lots of jealously.

Rating: M

Contains: jealousy, possessiveness, pre-sex activities, Gojo being a whore.

Music inspo: Music to Watch Boys To by Lana Del Rey

If you wanna pick your outfit for the party, click here :)

Today was the day: Suguru was flying back home and made sure you had your weekend cleared so you two could spend some much-needed time together. You were in the middle of packing your weekender bag when a soft knock echoed throughout the apartment. You checked the time and it was much too early for Suguru to be back, let alone knocking on your front door. You quickly peered through the peep hole and groaned internally at who it was. A snowy haired, black bespectacled demon, grinning from ear to ear.

“I know you’re home! Open up, it’s important!” Satoru called out and rapped his knuckles on the door again.

“What do you want, Satoru?” you sighed in annoyance as the door flung open.

“Good morning to you too, sunshine. I am here to give you this!” Satoru presented you with an ornate vanilla colored envelope with rose gold embellishments, your name in a pretty printed font.

You raised an eyebrow and tore the envelope open, peering over the invitation with wide eyes. Of all the times for one of Satoru’s surprise costume parties…it just had to be this weekend. There was no way Suguru would go, he wouldn’t have the patience to see you in a scantily clad outfit before fucking your brains out.

“Suguru is flying back today, I don’t think he will be able to attend. I’m usually his plus one too, so it would be weird of me to go without him.” You handed Satoru back the invitation. “Thanks, but—”

“Nice try, sunshine. Suguru already agreed to coming, in fact, he helped me come up with the theme. See you both tonight at 10pm sharp.” Satoru handed the invitation back to you and before you could argue back, Satoru was humming down the hallway, jingling his car keys in tune.

You couldn’t believe that Suguru already agreed. When did they discuss this? You were fairly sure Suguru went to sleep right after last nights entertainment, so when did Satoru manage to weasel himself into your plans? Suguru was usually on top of parties and events and would always give you a two week notice in case you had prior commitments. You glanced down once more at the invitation and your cheeks flushed when you got to the theme.

Underworld: The Afterlife of Sin Dress code: Vampire slutty realness. Less is more, byo protection and NDA.  Relationship bracelets available at entrance.

You would wait until Suguru’s plane landed to ask him if Satoru was lying about attending the party, but you had a strong feeling Suguru had a sinister plan for the two of you this weekend. After tossing the invitation on your kitchen counter, you began tearing through your closet for something, anything that would fit the theme.

“What even is vampire slutty realness…” you grumbled to yourself as you tossed the last article of clothing you owned onto your bed in defeat. “Looks like I have some shopping to do.”

You pulled out your phone and noticed a text from Suguru. You eagerly unlocked your phone, equal parts missing him and annoyed if he did in fact agree to this stupid party Satoru was throwing.

Suguru: Hello beautiful~ just landed and waiting to deboard the plane. I’m assuming Satoru has already given you the invitation to his party, and yes, we are going. I bet you just tore through your closet trying to find something to wear and couldn’t find anything, so here’s some spending money to find a few good outfits for the weekend. Think of it as a bonus for all your hard work ;) see you later tonight.

Your mouth gaped at all the zeroes and almost wanted to send it back. Suguru paid you very well and even if this was a performance bonus, it was simply too much. Then again, he did promise you a weekend alone and instead you’re getting a lust filled weekend at Satoru’s mansion.

You quickly typed out a good-hearted reply, leaving out your disappointment in being lied to, as innocent of a lie it was. You’d get your revenge later tonight when he saw your outfit, and all the torture you’d put him through.

Suguru had let you know that he was running late and to go ahead and mingle without him. You begrudgingly entered the foyer of Satoru’s mansion and began the check in process. Your pockets, or lack thereof, were searched for weapons, generic NDA for Satoru’s protection signed, and then you were pointed towards coat check where you would pick up your relationship bracelet. Heels clicking on the marble floors, you stopped in front of the various ornate gold bowls filled with bracelets, checking the poster for color meanings.

Blue – happily taken

Red – unhappily taken

Green – single

Purple – open relationship

Orange – looking for a third

Black – its complicated

You chewed your lower lip as others began grabbing bracelets and putting them on, excitedly chattering to each other as the ventured down the candlelit hallway to the main event. You forgot to ask Suguru what color bracelet to get; would he even care what color you picked? Everything happened so fast over these past few days that you didn’t consider asking the question of “what are we” to Suguru. You glanced at your all-black lace outfit and figured to get something that would match; black bracelet it is. You could always swap it later if Suguru got grumpy, but then again…that would be his problem. He was fully capable of telling you about his stance with you.

You tied the bracelet carefully around your wrist and ventured down the hallway, noting that the ambiance definitely matched the theme, at least your loose interpretation of the theme. You pushed the heavy oak double doors open and inhaled deeply as the smell of incense and tobacco flooded your nostrils. Inside the dimly lit entertainment room, so many bodies were pressed together, laughing, kissing, drinking, and dancing, the dim light reflecting the light sheen across their lightly clothed bodies.

You quickly found the bar and ordered your usual cocktail, swirling the straw around until you found a familiar face at the end of the bar, looking absolutely miserable and out of place amongst the crowd of lusty and enamored lovers and friends.

“Nanami?” you laughed as he placed his head into his hands.

“Oh, I didn’t expect to see you here without Geto.” Nanami replied as he glanced back up, eyeing your figure not so discreetly.

“He is coming, just running late.” You replied as you hopped on the bar stool next to him. “Did you come alone?”

“Satoru dragged me along and promised to keep me company all night, but a pretty girl caught his eye and dragged him out back to…” Nanami quickly passed his finger under his nose and you grinned.

“Typical Satoru.” You glanced down the hallway towards a back room, probably where extra liquor was being stored for the bartenders easy access.

As if you cast a summoning spell, Satoru and an unknown girl come tumbling down the hallway, grinning from ear to ear. Satoru makes eye contact with you and Nanami before whispering something to the girl and she pecks his cheek before running off to god knows where.

“You made it!” Satoru cheered as he wrapped his arm around your shoulder. “Where’s Suguru?”

“Who knows.” You grumbled as you shoved Satoru off your shoulders, feeling his sweat drip down your own shoulder. “Gross, why are you so sweaty?”

“Got a little worked up back there.” Satoru winked as he turned to Nanami and grabbed his hand. “Let’s go take some shots until Suguru gets here!”

Before you and Nanami could protest, the bartender was called over with shots in hand, almost as if Satoru communicated via telepathy to bring your favorite liquor.

“Do you mind shots of vodka, Nanami?” you asked as you grabbed a glass from the small crystal tray.

“At this point, I’ll drink anything to make this idiot less annoying.” Nanami replied with a flat expression, grabbing two shots for himself.

“Hey! No one made you come to this party!” Satoru pouted as he grabbed his own shot glass.

You and Nanami glanced at each other before glancing at Satoru, who sheepishly rubbed the back of his head, knowing he always forced his friends to attend his parties. There was one instance where Satoru cancelled one of Suguru’s photoshoots by sleeping with the photographer the night before and fucking her so hard she couldn’t walk for a couple of days. That’s how bad Satoru wanted Suguru at his cat’s third birthday party.

“Cheers!” Satoru cried out as he clinked your small glasses together. “To friendship and ruining those friendships by fucking!”

You and Nanami almost choked at the last statement; what the fuck is Satoru on about now? You quickly downed the rest of your shot as Nanami threw back his second, his empty expression still on his face.

“So, black bracelet huh?” Satoru grinned as he playfully yanked at the knot on your wrist. “Does Suguru know?”

“Suguru is her boss, Satoru. You really need to stop prying into people’s private lives.” Nanami took a sip from his whiskey as he glared at Satoru. You noticed how Nanami glanced at your figure again, his eyes lingering on your lace covered chest as your cleavage spilled slightly over your corset.

You flushed, knowing that Nanami had a crush on you during your high school days. You both had bonded over the music you listened to, Nanami being the one who introduced you to all sorts of indie rock bands. Nanami now works as Satoru’s lawyer, which is how you met again as adults, at Satoru’s ridiculous parties that you always attended with Suguru.

“Oh Nanamin~ if only you knew what those two have been getting up to.” Satoru grinned as he wrapped his arm around your waist.

Nanami raised an eyebrow, not sure if Satoru was up to his usual antics of trying to get a rise out of people or if for once, he was being serious and you really were entangled with Suguru.

“We haven’t been getting up to anything.” You spat as you once again pushed Satoru off you.

“So, you’re actually single?” Nanami asked, breaking the intense, yet childish stare off you and Satoru were having.

“Um, well…technically, yes.” You stated with a sigh as you reached for your half empty cocktail.

“Suguru needs to hurry up and make it official.” Satoru leaned against the bar, motioning the bartender for another round of shots. “You don’t always get a chance with a woman like you.”

Satoru’s black sunglasses were perched dangerously on the tip of his nose, his crisp blue eyes drinking you in. When Satoru first met you, as Suguru’s plus one to a dinner party, Satoru wanted to fuck you immediately. Back then, Suguru would not have cared, your relationship not as developed as it is now. While Suguru did not disclose all the details of the past few days, he did disclose that he wanted to make things more serious with you. Satoru eyed up your delicate outfit once more, admiring the way the intricate lace wrapped around your curves and the heels you wore did wonders for your shapely, smooth legs. Satoru felt his cock harden in his pants as his eyes landed between your thighs, wanting nothing more than to bury his face between them and lap at your folds until you were screaming his name, Suguru an afterthought.

You and Nanami were engrossed in conversation, talking about work and what sort of classes and seminars you have been attending. Satoru cleared his throat and motioned towards the shots sitting on the tray.

“Round two?” Satoru wiggled his eyebrows at you as you reached for the glass and handed another to Nanami.

“Cheers!” you smiled as you clinked glasses with Satoru and Nanami and threw the shot back.

Satoru watched as you carefully licked the excess liquor off your glossy lips, your throat bobbing as you swallowed and tucked a stray piece of hair behind your ear. Satoru glanced at Nanami, who knew what he was trying to do, and mouthed “don’t do it,” but Satoru didn’t care. Suguru would forgive him for fucking his girl, right? They’ve shared girls in the past, maybe he would even be interested in sharing you.

“Hey! Want to dance with me?” Satoru asked you as he extended his hand out.

“Um, it would be mean to leave Nanami alone.” You glanced at Nanami who was angrily swirling his whiskey around the glass.

“Yeah, you promised to keep me company all night, Satoru.” Nanami replied sternly, once again shaking his head no.

Satoru grabbed a woman by the arm as she walked by and pushed her onto Nanami’s lap as he quickly facilitated an introduction between the two.

“Do you find him attractive?” Satoru asked the poor girl being forced to sit on Nanami’s lap.

“I—yes?” the woman replied, glancing up at Nanami who was flushed a dark shade of red.

“Great! You two can chat while we go dance!” Satoru grabbed your hand before you could protest and led you towards the dancefloor.

You glanced behind you and mouthed an apology to Nanami as Satoru interlaced his fingers with yours and led you further into the swarm of dancing bodies. You’ve danced multiple times with Satoru in the past, Suguru not being much of a dancer at parties. It was always playful and friendly, unlike tonight. Satoru pressed his body behind yours, hands on your hips as he led you through the music blasting through the speakers.

“You look really good tonight. Did Suguru pick your outfit?” Satoru whispered in your ear, sending chills down your spine.

You felt Satoru’s hands move slowly up your waist, dangerously close to your breasts as he played with the lace fringe on your corset. You knew you should move away from Satoru, knowing he was drunk and high and clearly out of his mind. Why would he be flirting with Suguru’s girl? Wait…you’re not Suguru’s girl. You can have some fun, right? You turned around quickly, wrapping your arms around Satoru’s neck and tangled your fingers in his snowy white hair.

“Would it make you jealous if he did?” you questioned with a teasing grin.

“Hmm, I wish I could play dress up with you.” Satoru replied with a shrug. “I have a lot of outfits in mind.”

“Oh? Like what?” you asked innocently, knowing where this conversation was going.

You were scantily clad in the sluttiest lingerie outfit you could put together, trying your hardest to fit with the ridiculous theme. You even spent extra time on your makeup, carefully smoking out your eyeliner and eyeshadow to create a soft yet sultry effect. Your outfit left some to the imagination, but clearly Satoru had other ideas in mind for what he’d like to see you in, specifically his bedroom.

Off in the distance, Suguru finally arrived, dressed as slutty as a man possibly could on short notice, scanned the room for you, or Satoru, knowing the two of you wouldn’t be far apart. Suguru made a quick round of the room before ending up at the bar, making eye contact with Nanami, who looked equal parts annoyed and worried.

“Oi, Nanami.” Suguru waved as he sat in the stool next to him and the woman on his lap. “Oh, hello…?”

The woman on Nanami’s lap giggled, making an attempt to get off Nanami’s lap and sit in her own stool. Suguru could tell she was a little drunk, her movements slow yet clumsy as she steadied herself on the counter. After a brief introduction, Suguru moved his attention to Nanami, knowing that he would know where Satoru was.

“Have you seen Satoru?” Suguru asked as he adjusted the tight leather corset, he was wearing over his black silk blouse. “I tried texting y/n but they haven’t replied in over an hour.”

Suguru noticed Nanami’s eye twitch in annoyance as he cleared his throat and reached for his practically empty glass of whiskey. The woman that accompanied them quickly called for the bartender as Nanami clinked his empty glass next to hers.

“Satoru took her to the dance floor.” Nanami glanced ahead of them, pointing to the smoke-filled dance floor, bodies mingling together during an especially slow and moody song.

Suguru strained over the heads of the crowd to try and spot Satoru’s snowy locks, knowing you would be right next to him. His eyes locked on his best friends head, but he was not expecting the scene playing out before him. His fist clenched and unclenched a few times before he let out a slow, angry exhale.

“Suguru, he is pretty drunk and probably high. I don’t think he means to seriously try and get with—”

Nanami cut himself off as he saw Satoru dip you low, his face inching closer and closer to your neck. You giggled and tugged his hair closer, urging him on. Satoru licked his lips before pressing a chaste kiss on your neck, slowly sucking, and grazing the thin skin with his fang implants before gently biting.

“Thanks, Nanami. I’ll see you around.” Suguru quickly pushed himself off the bar stool and made his way towards his best friend and you, seething.

Nanami tried to grab for Suguru’s arm to try and talk him down, but instead yanked his poorly knotted bracelet off and held it gingerly in his hands, giving a tired sigh as he realized the color Suguru picked.

“What’s wrong?” the woman next to Nanami asked as she pushed his glass of whiskey closer to him.

“Miscommunication between lovers.” Nanami replied curtly as he set the blue bracelet on the counter. Satoru was going to get an earful once Suguru was done with him.

Suguru finally pushed his way through the crowd of bodies to where you and Satoru were swaying to the music in the middle of the dance floor, your arms wrapped around his neck and Satoru’s hands too close to your ass. Satoru noticed Suguru before you did and before he could deescalate and explain, Suguru was yanking your arm and pulling you to his side.

“Hey! What the fuck is your problem?” you demanded, thinking it was a random woman who separated you and Satoru. It wouldn’t be the first-time a past lover has interrupted you and Satoru’s dancing.

“We will talk later.” Suguru glared at you before casting his gaze to Satoru. “You, on the other hand, what the fuck is your problem?”

“Suguru, we were just dancing!” Satoru laughed as he rubbed the back of his head. “Like we’ve done a million other times! Relax, dude!”

“Is kissing and biting her neck part of dancing?” Suguru demanded as he pointed to the fresh faint red mark on your neck. You immediately went to cover the mark with your hand, but the damage was already done.

“I was just showing her the new fang implants I got for the party, see?” Satoru grinned and pointed to his fangs. “Listen, I might have gotten carried away but it’s a party! Plus, we’ve shared girls in the past before so I thought—”

“You thought that you could just seduce the woman I’ve been fawning over for the past year and asking you for advice?” Suguru spat, his fingers digging further into your flesh.

“Suguru, listen, I’m sorry—”

“Shut up, y/n.” Suguru pulled you closer to him, his grip on your side bordering on painful now as his nails marked half moon shapes into your skin. “Let’s go.”

“Go where?” you demanded.

“Somewhere to talk since there is clearly something I missed about us.” Suguru held up your wrist, your black bracelet dangling like a noose in front of you.

“I—”

“Back room, now.” Suguru began storming towards the private rooms in the back of the event room, you struggling with your heels to keep up without tripping.

“Suguru, let’s talk this out!” Satoru called out but Suguru ignored him.

You tried pleading with Suguru the entire way towards the private rooms, telling him that you didn’t think of Satoru that way, that you knew he was Suguru’s best friend, that you would never come between the two of them or do anything to manipulate his feelings. Suguru did not respond, only gripped your hand harder, practically throwing you through the entry of the private room before slamming the door closed and locking it.

Your heart was racing; the only time you saw Suguru this mad was when his goddaughters Nanako and Mimiko crashed his Aston Martin DBS into a parking divider on their way home from prom. He wasn’t mad about the car, but mad that they were so irresponsible and tried to drive while drunk.

“Suguru—”

“Did you want to rile me up like this?” Suguru interrupted, pushing you onto the velvet couch.

“No! We were just having fun dancing and got a little carried away, you know how Satoru can be!” you replied, tears brimming your eyes. “Please, I would never do anything—”

Suguru interrupted you by grabbing your wrist and pointing to the black bracelet delicately wrapped around your wrist. “And what about this?”

Before you could defend yourself, because technically you two weren’t together, but you weren’t single, Suguru pressed the flat of your palm to his clothed crotch, and you immediately blushed at how hard he was underneath.

“We aren’t together…technically…” you mumbled as he slowly dragged your hand up and down his erect cock.

“You’re right, but that doesn’t forgive what you did with Satoru.” Suguru said coolly as he pulled your hand away and interlaced his fingers with yours. His other hand cupped your chin and tilted your head up. “So, what are you going to do to get my forgiveness?”

You sucked in a breath as he yanked you to your feet, his face a couple inches away from yours. You blinked away tears, not knowing if you should be slightly terrified or turned on at the sudden possessiveness Suguru had over you. Suguru’s finger gingerly ran over your bottom lip before moving up and wiping a tear away.

“Anything you want.” You finally breathed; pupils blown out at the sudden lust that took over your body.

“So, if I asked you to go suck Satoru off in front of me, you’d do it?” Suguru asked, his expression flat and borderline unamused.

“What?! No!” you cried, squeezing his hand. “I…I only want you.”

Suguru pushed you back on the couch and moved his hand down to slowly unzip his pants, sliding them carefully down to his ankles and springing his cock free of his underwear. Your mouth watered as he slowly pumped his cock in his fist, not breaking his gaze from yours. You unconsciously licked your lips, not wanting to wait anymore.

“Prove your devotion to me, y/n.” Suguru stated as he propped one leg up on the couch to get his cock level with your mouth. “I want you to worship my cock.”

[yui-kuromori]

Okay so mafia AU

The Wonderland’s tea party is an organization led by the Hatter. It’s specializes in drug trafficking, blackmail and selling information.

Arisu and Usagi are it’s newest members. They got recruited on accident really and it’s mostly Arisu’s fault. He was on the subway one day and sat beside this older man wearing sunglasses struggling with a piece of paper on his hand. It was hatter, who was trying to figure out the safest routes in and out of a building for an information robbery from a big company. Arisu had kinda peered at the map, gotten excited because *puzzle*, and offered Hatter some help. After Hatter tells him the “rules” Arisu spends the rest of the ride tracing out paths and tragedies, before leaving a baffled Hatter behind.

So Hatter’s like “we need this kid” and sends Niragi and Last Boss to “Invite him for tea”. Unfortunately for them, when they go to corner Arisu, he’s out with Usagi, and Usagi upon being told by Arisu that he think’s they’re being followed, and notices Piercings and Face Tattoos, goes “I think the fuck not”, grabs her best friend and *bolts*.

And run she does, going full parkour ninja, hauling Arisu’s skinny ass around. Niragi and Last Boss try following them, but after a while, she just looses them altogether. They report back to Hatter who just goes: “He has a ninja girlfriend?? We need them” and he’s really excited about it.

He sends in Chishiya and Kuina to actually talk to them this time and after some coaxing, they agree to at least try out. They both need the money.

What they didn’t expect was for them to be immediately adopted into the found family dynamic. Arisu and Kuina are immediately trans buddies, and Aguni is like “Okay, two more children for me and Takeru”, Last Boss takes the position of scary older brother, specially for Usagi, and even Niragi treats them nicely (in his own way).

Feat. Very concerned friends Karube and Chouta who have no idea what’s happening, their college classmates, who are running a rumor mill, Arisu’s awful family that keeps popping up even after he moves in with Usagi and Shibuki, who’s literally just vibing.

Also, this is probably Arisu x Chishiya

ROLECALL

Name: Danma Takeru

Code name: Mad Hatter

Skills: He is the leader and founder of Wonderland’s tea party. What used to be a two person gang grew into an organization because of his visionary attitude and charming personality. His charisma allows for nice deals and sales, while his ruthlessness keeps their family protected. He doesn’t usually go out on mission, but he’s a skilled fighter and a surprisingly smart man. He also has a keen eye and sharp intuition, especially when picking out new members.

Name: Aguni Morizono

Code name: Bandersnatch

Skills: He is the second founder and Hatter’s right hand man. He is the muscle of the operation, the strongest member on the team. He is responsible for dealing with their enemies, carrying out threats, defending their territory and keeping their family safe. He also trains all members on how to use guns, weapons and fight. He took Usagi under his wing, as he not only could see a bit of himself in her, but their fighting styles could be similar.

Name: Chishiya Shuntaro

Code name: Cheshire

Skills: He’s their doctor. He patches up whoever is hurt and occasionally deals with a dead body or two. He’s also responsible for gathering intel. He often goes undercover in big corporations and rival groups to gather some vital secret information that could be sold for a lot of money, or takes those groups down from the inside. He’s the one who took Arisu under his wing, noticing how good he is at reading people’s hearts, he’s been teaching him how to manipulate and lie and now they usually go undercover together.

Name: Kuina Hikari

Code name: Caterpillar or Absolem

Skills: Kuina is a dealer. She accompanies Hatter when he goes to strike a deal not only because of her charisma and people skills, but because she functions as a secret bodyguard. She’s also usually on robberies and stealth missions, where being undercover is not necessary but they still need to get in and out of somewhere unseen to get shit done. To those, she’s usually paired with Chishiya. She’s the one teaching Arisu how to fight, since their styles are the most similar.

Name: Niragi Suguru

Code name: March Hare

Skills: This is their killer ok? Need someone disposed of? Call Niragi. Need someone intimidated? Call Niragi. Some group is trying to start a turf war? Call Aguni who’s gonna take Niragi and Last Boss and they’ll fix it. Niragi’s also responsible for their weapons and sometimes will help with scheming. He’s decievingly protective of his family and shows affection with acts of violence. If you want any piercings he’ll do it for you.

Name: Samura Takatora (last boss)

Code name: Jabberwocky

Skills: His position is the same as Niragi’s. They are usually paired together for missions. While Niragi takes care of the guns, Last Boss takes care of knives and swords. They are usually sent with Ann or Arisu whenever they have to meet people and their looks alone are enough to intimidate any potential threats. He’s been teaching Usagi how to spear fight and is secretly delighted someone else has taken to more traditional weapons. If you ever want a tattoo, he’s the one to ask for.

Name: Ann Rizuna

Code name: White Queen

Skills: She’s the one responsible for most of their drug operation. While Hatter makes the deals, she’s the one crutching numbers, distributing product and sometimes even cooking up drugs herself. She can also fill in for Chishiya as their doctor and Along with him, Arisu and Niragi, she’s the one tracing most of their plans. If any of them were to die, she would be the one responsible for finding out who did it and helping to hunt them down.

Name: Tatta Kodai

Codename: Dormouse or Arganaz

Skills: Tatta is their getaway driver. He can outdrive everyone and anyone. His knowledge in mechanics helps them with their robberies and he’s been known to pull some Dean Winchester level stunts behind the wheel. He also keeps communication between teams clear and smooth. He’s been learning some basics under Ann’s wing and is getting pretty good at, uh, cooking.

Name: Usagi Yuzuha

Code name: White Rabbit

Skills: She’s a fighter and a runner. When she’s not in a position similar to Aguni’s, she’s doing patrols around their territory, spying on rivals and enemies from the top of buildings and helping Tatta to keep all the teams in the know. She’s usually paired with Arisu in the same way Kuina is paired with Chishiya. She’s also the only one that can keep them all sleeping a minimum of four hours a night and eating somewhat healthy food with a decent frequency. Many suspect that if Aguni retires, she’ll be the one to take his place.

Name: Arisu Ryohei

Code name: Alice

Skills: Arisu quickly become a big part of the brains behind most of their operations. He views plans with Hatter, tracing escape routes and planning damage control. He also goes undercover with or without Chishiya a lot, his innocent demeanor making him appear trustworthy. He’s also the one to analyze their oponents and tell the teams exactly where to look at for blackmail. He wrote down the plans that actually took down some big corporations. He’s been learning how to fight from Kuina, and is steadily getting better. He’s been also slowly learning how to hack, it’s just another puzzle for him.

[aceofspadegrass]

Pretty Princess? Nope.

Characters: Aguni Morizono, Niragi Suguru, Dori Sakurada

Genre: Honestly it's more Sakurada crack. Based off of Dori wearing a dress.

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So this happened. Again. I'm having too much fun with writing Sakurada just..... being there. For no logical reason.

Oh, and for people who need to know, there is alcohol mentioned in here. In case you don't want to read about that.

“ So….. explain to me again why you’re sitting here?” Aguni approaches the giraffe print clad man, who was sitting legs over the edge of the rooftop, staring out into the night sky.

“ Fucking…… bastard left me here because I tried to seduce him while he was wearing a fucking dress. Where did he even get a dress, this is the Beach, there’s only supposed to be swimwear here…..” Niragi grumbles, arms folded over his chest as he stares downwards, his lips pulled into a disgusted sneer.

Aguni blinks, staring at the man, his tired eyes and body really wanting to go lay down and sleep. Sadly he had his rounds to make, so he was out and about, and now was finding what Aguni could only refer to as the ‘Worst Thing I Had to Babysit, and I Don’t Even Babysit’ sitting alone on the roof. So all he offers instead is a low hum of acknowledgement, vaguely aware of what Niragi was talking about.

“ You didn’t….. know it was him?”

Niragi throws his arms up in the air. “ How the hell was I supposed to know that was him?! He was turned around, I guess fixing his fucking hair or something, and I came up behind him and-“ Niragi loudly groans, running his hand down his face. “ And then I stormed up here, fucking yelled at him for it, and then he had the audacity to tell me to ‘calm down’ and ‘take a breather’. What does he think he is, telling me to calm down?! I’m perfectly calm!” Aguni calls bullshit, but he knew better than to light the cannon again, so he remains silent. Niragi looks back at him, eyes scanning over his figure again. “ Don’t you have something better to do, Boss?”

Aguni just looks at Niragi, at the black shirt with the white streams that weaved throughout like a bad imitation of a cooling lava pool giraffe, at the half bun and loose strand that hung off the side of his face, at the narrowed stare and casual grip on the rifle that Niragi carried with him everywhere, ready to strike at any point, whenever he felt up to. Niragi remains silent, waiting for an answer, and Aguni just sighs, and walks up to the man, looking down at him with a quiet disposition. Niragi stands up, still looking at Aguni, who despite the attempt to not feel small, still was a whole inch shorter.

Aguni puts a hand on Niragi’s shoulder, and his lips slightly purse, trying to think of the words to say. Niragi tenses up underneath his touch, and knocks it away, backing up just a bit. Aguni’s hand drops to his side, but that didn’t matter, Aguni gathering what might as well be a response. “ Would you like to come down and share some beer while you let steam off instead?” Aguni offers. Sure, it wasn’t the best sort of response, but he had no idea how to comfort a loaded gun who tried to romance his doppelgänger wearing a dress. Aguni didn’t even want to think of the reason why that guy even was wearing one, or what he was doing, but right now he had to make sure Niragi didn’t go and do something so stupid that he had the sole power to restrain for another day. Redirecting his attention for a little oughta do the trick, right? Niragi looks at Aguni carefully, picking apart the simple offer, then visibly relaxes a little, nodding. Aguni simply turns and starts heading down, and by the tap tap tapping of Niragi’s footsteps, he was obediently following him as usual.

The trip down to the bar area was relatively unobtrusive, people ignoring them for once for their own hubris. That was better, Aguni thought, since that meant nobody would wind up Niragi in any sort of emotion, positive or negative.

The current bartender quickly gets the both of them a glass, Aguni taking a slow sip as Niragi stares at the golden liquid like it killed his ego. Aguni opens his mouth just a fraction in an attempt to nudge the other into a soon-to-be one sided conversation, but Niragi takes the glass and drinks at least a third of it, setting it back down on the counter with a little more force than necessary, and his mouth opens on its own as Niragi begins his tangent over finding his clone and everything that he’s done thus far. Aguni acts as nothing more than a vessel, feeling cold wash down his throat every other minute as Niragi went on and on with brief pauses to quench his throat, and soon both parties were empty of beer, Niragi ending up with a second and getting louder. The rant wasn’t even on the other him anymore, now just whatever beef Niragi had with literally anything that his brain could dig up.

“ - I couldn’t even find my good shirt for a good twenty minutes because I somehow kicked it underneath the table and I thought someone walked into my room and stole my shirt! But then one of the other militants came by and found it under there, thank goodness, and then when I thought it couldn’t get any worse, I saw that smug snowball with legs on my way to the dining hall, and he had the audacity to exist? Who let that man look like that! No man should look that devious with that bad of a hair dye job!” Niragi went on, Aguni slowly regretting letting this man open his mouth. He nearly was as bad as Hatter, except Hatter was just like that, and Niragi was well….. Niragi.

Niragi looks at Aguni, and sniffs a little, pointing a finger at his chest. “ And then you know what else? Then I found someone trying to leave, so I shot the bastard behind the building. 5 shots, one to each limb and straight in the dick.” He barks a laugh. “ It was great! Serves him right!” The man leans back a little, still smiling and apparently off in his own little world by now. Aguni asks for a water, and he sips on that as Niragi continues.

He counts at least four drinks before Niragi was definitely just rambling for the sake of hearing himself talk. Aguni only had the one at the beginning, now sipping at a can of soda. Niragi was grinning at the sky, and he was spouting nonsense about culling codes. Aguni wasn’t sure what most of it meant, but Niragi seemed to like talking about it.

“ Oh! There you are!” A similar, yet much friendlier voice catches Aguni’s attention, and he slowly looks over as Niragi’s nicer clone comes over, and Aguni quickly realizes what Niragi meant, the man still wearing what looked to be a tiara. “ Hello there! I hope you don’t mind if I bring Niragi back to his room, would you?” “ Oh, uh…. No. Go ahead.” Aguni gestures to the giraffe, who barely recognizes that Sakurada was even there. Sakurada bows a little in appreciation, and he comes over to Niragi, who grumbles quietly. “ Go rot in a hole somewhere else you…. pretty princess.” Niragi commented with an obvious slur in his voice, Sakurada politely laughing and helping Niragi stand. “ Come on, you need your rest. I apologize if he was too much, I’ll take over from here!” Niragi looks back to Aguni as he says the last parts, Aguni nodding back with a calm expression. “ I know Niragi, he’ll be fine.” Aguni tells Sakurada. Sakurada nods, and with quiet encouragement, he guides the drunk man out and back to his room, Aguni downing the last of the soda. He couldn’t help but feel relief throughout his entire body. Thank goodness someone else had control of him. He wasn’t sure his psyche could deal any longer. Or his ears.